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Éliane thought that the Warrior of Light moniker was a silly and stupid one, but unlike the others in her team, she decided to keep her mouth shut about it. It really was the sort of name that she felt that people who actually knew how to fight would laugh at. No doubt her own colleagues and former subordinates back in Solitude would have a riot when the name filtered through to them, but it wasn’t something that she could really stop, either. 

She just shrugged and shook her head. 

When Neve made her announcement, she had more to grouse about, though. “I’ve been betrayed… Neve has become an awful Dranan bureaucrat…” The healer had been, after all, been one of the few remaining members of the group from the beginning. Still… “At least the leadership of this country will improve dramatically,” the pink-haired woman concluded, speaking freely at Zacharias’s expense without him present. 
…No, she would have had the same words to say even with the man present, as helpful as he had been in the end. 

Nonetheless, she nodded at Neve, and then Eve, in turn, the latter more solemnly, wishing her luck on her breakthrough. 

Éliane, of course, did not need to be persuaded to return home, with the comments she had made throughout their travels comparing each locale to her home country and city. Each further day here in this particular country was tantamount to her suffering from withdrawals. When eyes fell on her, she looked back at them with a deadpan face. “Do I need to be asked?”